Uncle Huang turned to look at her. "What is it? You want to hear it?"
Jiang Ruolan grinned. "Women love to hear stories. They love to listen to the story about the past the most. Furthermore, you said that she looks very similar to me, so I was really curious."
Uncle Huang nodded as if he remembered something, then he shook his head again, "That girl was once as open and casual as you. I used to have an orchard in the G City, and she went to help me farm for a few months. She was a diligent child."
After saying that, Uncle Huang smiled, "At that time, I was not even forty years old, in the prime of my life, had been divorced for a long time with my ex-wife and only my son by my side. Back then, I was in the orchard with her for a few months, and I liked her sometimes warm and lively personality, but later on, she got pregnant in a strange way and refused to tell me who the father of the child was."
"Do you know anything else about her?"
